Confessions: I’m The Best Paid Babysitter In Town
His wife should really take better care of him.
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I’ve been babysitting for the Masterson’s for the better part of fourteen months. Being nineteen and in college I could use the extra cash. It’s a pretty easy gig. Every Friday night, I babysit for their date night. Junior goes down before they leave, so really, I’m just getting paid to sit there and study.
Not a bad arrangement. All-in-all. Dean and Julie would head out for a few hours, eat dinner, see a movie and then pop home. Julie would head up to bed and Dean would drive me home.
As we drove home, I asked how their date went.
It was tradition.
“You know the score, Stacy,” he replied. “We did dinner and a movie. It was nice, but Julie isn’t really interested in anything else. If it went well you’d be taking the bus home.”
I tried not to smile. His wife’s sex drive seemed to be non-existent which was a shame for her but was the highlight of my week.
“So how is Kyle?” Dean asked he pulled into the dark laneway behind my apartment building.
“Same old Kyle,” she replied. “If he learned some self-control he might actually make me come once in a while.”
Dean laughed. “Silly boy. He’ll work it out one day.”
He popped the car in park, and before he’d taken a breath I was unzipping his jeans.
“Stacy,” he growled in warning.
“I’m not going home empty,” I replied as he sprang free. “And you shouldn’t have to nurse these blue balls for another week.”
I took him in my mouth, right there in the front seat of his car. Dean was hung like a horse and unlike college boys didn’t blow his load after three minutes of furious pounding. No if I didn’t give him a good fifteen-minute blowjob, he’d just about fuck me in half.
I’d made that mistake the first night, I’d barely been able to sit down for three days. It hadn’t stopped me going back for more the next Friday. Or the week after that. Or every week since.
So I lavished attention on him, giving him everything his wife didn’t. I worshipped his heavy cock, tickling his balls as I licked his slit.
“I need you in me, daddy,” I whispered as I looked up at him with my big blue eyes. I knew he couldn’t say no to my big blue eyes.
“We shouldn’t,” he made a weak protest. It was the only thing weak about him.
“I know, daddy.” I climbed into his lap. “But I need this, and so do you.”
I didn’t even bother with underwear anymore, I knew I wouldn’t need it. Beside there was something deliciously dirty about babysitting commando, talking to Julie while considering what I’d be doing to her husband.
Dean grabbed my hips. “No panties, Stacy. You’re such a slut.”
“Your slut, daddy,” I groaned as he impaled me.
“Yes you are,” he grinned as he lifted me and slammed me back down on his lap.
I tried to ride him, but Dean likes to take charge. Setting the pace as he pounded me relentlessly. Unlike my lame boyfriend, he knew how to hold his load.
I arched back against the wheel, making sure I didn’t press it, the movement forced him right against my gspot. The motion was exquisite.
“Don’t hold back, daddy.” My panting filled the car as he used me hard. This was my favorite part of the fucking week.
Dean yanked up my bra, squeezing my hard nipples as his thrusting grew more and more insistent. He needed this and so did I.
He sucked on my nipples, his hands gripping my ass as he ground that big cock into me.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I moaned.
“Then be a good little girl and come for me,” he commanded as he pulled me in for a kiss.
“Yes, daddy!” I loved it when he told me what to do. I tweaked my nipple as my climax rolled through me. All the while Dean kept up his insistent, determined thrusts, stroking me through an exquisite orgasm.
When I finally came down from my high, I knew it was his turn.
Dean lowered his seat until it was flat, and bent me over it. I gripped tight to the headrest as he got behind me. He was back inside me in a flash, his strokes deep, and powerful.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “So deep, daddy.”
“I know baby,” he replied.
He reached around me, grabbing my perky breasts and pulled me back against him as he plundered my pussy.
“That’s it, daddy, use me hard.”
His release was like an eruption within me. Wave after wave of pent up sexual tension flooding my fertile young pussy. Each thrust sent a fresh spurt deep inside me. He finished and was still hard, so slow fucked me to another orgasm.
When he was finally spent, he collapsed in the passenger seat. I leaned over and kissed him.
“Thank you, daddy. Same time next week?”
He didn’t say a word, but we both knew I’d be back.
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